Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.